Harry

"This will be weird.", Harry thought. Never ever before had a girl felt his penis. Or at least on past occassions they had not reacted. When he had hugged Ginny, Hermione and even Tonks during his stay at Grimmauld Place he sometimes had a little bit of growth. But he had never been this big while in a hug with any of them.

He was certain that Ginny now had realized in what state he was.

So out with the truth was the way to go.

"Ginny", he said, "it's... it's not... because of... you know... you." As the words slowly and clumsly stumbled out of his mouth he could feel the bloodstream instantly redirect into his head. At the same time he saw Ginny crossing her arms, stepping even further back and raising her eyebrows.

"What?!", Ginny asked incredulosly with a voice made of steel, "You come in here with a hard-on, find me highly upset and decide it is a good idea to press your thing against me?"

"I wasn't thinking", Harry answered as fast as he could, "you know, i just wanted to help you, like a shoulder to cry on. That kind of thing. I swear, I totally had forgotten that, you know...". with that his voice trailed away and he shyly looked at his feet. A couple of seconds later he looked up again, and his green eyes looked directly into hers. They shone with sincerity and pierced through her hazelnut coloured eyes into her core. "Look Ginny, it is what it is. This is my body and I can't control it. I was hard from earlier and I simply forgot. I am so sorry. You are my best friends little sister and you were upset. I should have been more cautious. It will not happen again. I promise." With nothing more to say he awkwardly awaited her reply. A few seconds later he broke the eye contact and inspected his shoes again.

Ginny

Ginnys mind was racing. She knew that she had just felt Harrys dick. She knew that she was upset from what Michael Corner the stupid ass-face had just told her. "You 've got the hots for Harry. Everybody knows that you would let himfuck you silly. Why, you can even pretend that I am him, if it is easier for you at first. I don't care." That colossal asshole. It wasn't true, of course not. Ginny doubted that she would ever let anyone "fuck her silly", not after what had happend to her. Not after what he had made her do. Most of the time she thought it to be impossible for her to ever enjoy intimacy with other people, not only in a sexual way. She had come to the conclusion, that Tom had broken her. Not her spirit, but her ability to form meaningful relationships. She had felt distant and rather cold inside the past years. Most of the times she simply couldn't understand what her classmates were losing their minds about. Boys... and looking cute. But what good was looking cute for boys, when there were boys like him. She knew that she should talk to someone, anyone about it, because it had been slowly eating her away.

But there had been moments, good moments full of laughter and joy in which she had dared to hope. She had hoped that she wasn't lost, that she could, one day, lead a somewhat normal life. A life in which Tom Riddle would only be a faint memory, like a bad dream almost entirely forgotten. Those bright moments had mostly been with Harry. He was genuine, smart, funny, honest, chivalrous and oh so sweet with his messy jet black hair and his intense green eyes. She had always felt safe with him. He had saved the philosophers stone and her from Tom, had saved Sirius from losing his soul and faced Lord Voldemort last summer. And he had survived. He was Ginnys hero, there was no doubt about that.

And now this. She had never realized, that all the girls fawning over Harry could have any other effect on him than amusement, provided that he even noticed. But there was no denying: Harry Potter was a man. He was a man with an erection. He was a man, and that was the frightening part, with sexual hunger.

He had never seemed to be the predator type before.

But Ginny had been fooled in the past and not a single day had gone by ever since, which wasn't filled with thoughts of regret and self-loathing. That was his gift to her. She decided to be careful. To wait, and see what Harry had to say about this.

Harry opened his mouth, and started to stutter that he could explain and that it wasn't about her. As he said that, she could feel it: A hint of disappointment, buried deep inside her. She was shocked. It was a good thing, that she didn't seem to have that effect on Harry. But why did she feel like... that about it? She always had a little crush on Harry, and she had been aware of it. But she had thought to be it sweet and innocent. Whenever she masturbated, she thought of him. His sweet smile, him slowly stroming her hair, stuff like that. But she only seldom touched herself, because she truly needed to have her mind at peace. Otherwise it could happen that she broke down with tears running down her face and her hands shaking violently. If things were off, she would be remembered of past times. Dark times, the darkest times of her life. The time spent in the mercy of the darkest wizard there ever was.

Instantly she was filled with disgust. She was disgusted by him, by herself and even by Harry. Harry and his stupid dick. What the fuck was wrong with him.

With all those thoughts galloping through her head she lost it.

"What?!", she snapped, "You come in here with a hard-on, find me highly upset and decide it is a good idea to press your thing against me?"

She didn't know what else to say, didn't knoe how to handle the situation.

Luckily Harry seemed to know. Or at least he seemed to think to know, because he opened his mouth. Although the words he said were well chosen, it was not what he said, but how he said it, that made her believe him. He was genuine, sweet and caring. His eyes showed her that he was telling her the truth.

She stepped forward and took his hand.

"It is alright Harry, I am sorry. I know you only had good intentions. But this is a difficult matter for me. I hope you understand. Please, leave me alone." She smiled at him .

She would have to think about this encounter, she would have to think a lot about it.

"Sure", Harry said, looking confused but relieved at well, "thanks for not... please don't tell anyone if you don't have to... See ya." And with that he left. As the door fell close, silent tears were dripping from Ginnys eyes onto the carpet of the old Hogwarts Express.